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There has never been a moment when Van can "touch" his memories so closely, as if everything was right in front of his eyes. However, the touch had not yet existed in his consciousness for more than a moment.

The vast heavenly dome is a pair of claustrophobic eyes, which pronounce on all the memories possessed by Brahmans with god-like indifference.

Thinking is confused!

Rumble!

The sound of the explosion overshadowed all the sounds, and Fan's "eyes" looked at those mixed memories, and this moment exploded!

The chain explosion resounded throughout the world of consciousness, and the roaring sound seemed to explode his brain!

Memory is struggling and wailing, logic is screaming in pain! The chain explosion instantly destroyed the entire world of consciousness, and then, leaving behind countless flying fragments.

"No!"

Van watched all this disappear and couldn't do anything about it......

The whole world suddenly dimmed, there was no light, there was no darkness, only a pair of claustrophobic vertical pupils that seemed to exist forever, indifferently judging the world.

It's over......

Where am I from? Who am I?

Simple-minded.

It's cold, it's cold......

Why, the world is so dark......

These fragments? Are they aggregating?

Yama? I'm from Yama? Angel of Death again? Who is Angelil? My enemy?! What about Art? Who am I? Yang Feng?

Terrible confusion of thought, it has to reassemble all the memories of Brahman after destroying them! Once this process is really done, what will become of the Brahma? Maybe he'll become anyone but himself.

I don't know how long it has been, maybe it's a moment, maybe it's 10,000 years, in the world of consciousness without logic, there is no definition of time. Maybe before the memory was reorganized, maybe after the reorganization, the bleak world of consciousness suddenly lit up with two lights, one purple and the other red.

The two rays of light only covered the fragments of consciousness for a moment, as if they were self-conscious, looking for their original trajectory in the chaos of hundreds of millions.

The blue pupils suddenly discovered these two existences that it could not tolerate, and the eternal indifference suddenly turned into anger.

However, its anger barely lasted for a second, like a fly that disgusted it, and the purple light flashed once, and the whole world suddenly fell silent, and then, again, came to life.

The blue pupil was gone, as if it had never existed, except for the still-broken memories that proved it once existed.

The most powerful ability from the true peak life has disappeared like this.

The purple-red light continued to tirelessly mend broken memories, both in the past and in the present, whether Brahma could remember or he could not.

I don't know how long it took.

When the debris recondenses into the ocean.

It's like touching an unknown string, so many heavy memories, too many forgotten pasts.

What he remembered, what he couldn't remember, what he wanted to remember, and what he chose to forget, all of it, all of it, roared like a tsunami in the sea of his consciousness!

Angel of Death, Art, Rose, Mandala, Yang Feng......

Yama, Angelil, Good, Daygshi, Canaan......

Empire, Purple Pupil, Orić, Sheld, Zerg, and Destiny......

Clear faces, past events, yes, he remembered, remembered everything.

He finally knew why he couldn't contain his desire to save Purple Pupil, and finally remembered the immature face that always appeared in front of him every night, and recalled her big brother who smiled and whispered warmly......

Finally understood the countless sleepless nights, the memories that tormented his memories and the past, and the painful but unable to remember the context. All the fragmented once finally returned to logic, and the past that he had forgotten too much.

It's back.

Yes, a fugitive from the Angel of Death, a Brahma who was hunted down by Yama and fled to the wilderness and lost his memory.

He wanted to laugh, but chose to close his eyes.

Why did fate always play tricks on him, and what did he do during all the time he lost all his memory?

The two threads of purple and red are detached from the ocean of consciousness, and they slowly float in the air, in the background of endless deep understanding.

The crimson light cluster is obviously much richer and larger than purple, and when the two stand together, it is easy to overlook the presence of purple.

"Native species, the completion plan will continue, we are still not fully existing......" The world suddenly echoed with a rumbling voice, which came from the crimson.

"What exactly is the completion plan?"

"You will understand, after you have swallowed all the bionic species, remember, it is complete devouring, not just blood......"

"Why should I follow your arrangement?!"

"It's not our arrangement, it's just your fate...... Even without us, you are destined to embark on this path, and they will not let go of your ......."

"They? Who are they! ”

"Peak...... Soon, you'll find out......"

"And my end? It is to be turned into another person by you, to lose your will! ”

"No, native species, you are different, Akdum he doesn't understand, even her mother doesn't understand, you are the one we have chosen, not the one you have chosen, and we are willing to be part of you. The newborn consciousness is helping you, and when it is strong enough, it can help you find other bionic species...... Accept it, not fear him...... You still know too little about archetypes. ”

"Can I trust you?"

"You have to trust us. You are the future, you are hope, I think the other archetypes before me must have experienced a communication of will with you, but it is still too young, and the nascent archetypes can't see through too much vanity. ”

"You can?"

"Young life, the red dragon in the insect language, symbolizes the wise life, I have lived through more years than the era of your entire planet. Don't trust the Zerg, including the mother, let alone the humans, anyone, you can only trust yourself. ”

"Aren't you a zerg?"

"Zerg ...... Scold...... Has any being ever told you that our archetypal life belongs to the Zerg? ”

"You're not a zerg?!"

"Do transhumanized people belong to human beings?"

“……”

"If you go down this road, you will understand everything, you will understand the great mission you shoulder, you are not for yourself, let alone for us."

"That human named Orrich, you must devour him completely, or you will never be able to complete the original crimson completely."

"The so-called completion plan is to swallow all the bionic species?"

"You can understand it that way."

"Then I can say no."

"Maybe...... But if you don't swallow them, they will always kill you. You are indeed a true native species, but one thing you also need to understand is that any bionic species that can devour you has the qualifications to evolve into a native species, and although the chosen person is the only one, it does not mean that he will always be you. ”

"Make good use of the power I have given you, and it will be an indispensable part of your path."

"I'm running out of time...... Mother she came...... Goodbye, young native species. ”

Fan wanted to try to talk about something, but suddenly a crimson light hit his sea of knowledge.

……

Van had a dream in which he returned to the Angel of Death, where there was a blooming rose, and there was a grinning Ath, and he returned to Yama, where there was Angelil.

Angelil ......

Blood......

Blood gushing out of her body......

"Angelil!"

Fan woke up suddenly and hugged her!

"Are you awake?!" The crisp female voice is full of incredible surprises.

"Angelil......" Van hugged the person in front of him tightly, as if he never wanted to be separated from her.

"She must be someone you care about...... You kept calling her name while you were unconscious...... "There was a hint of loss in the female voice, and more of a weakness.

"Sorry......" Van finally realized what was really going on, and he let go of the hand holding the other.

"Night pupils? How are you? ”

"You're hurt!" Only then did he see that his palms were full of blood!

"I knew you were going to be fine." The night pupil gently wiped Fan's sweaty forehead, I don't know if it was out of weakness, her movements were extra light, just like a wife and husband.

"Get out, you shouldn't have been caught up in this."

"What about you?"

"Me?" Night Hitomi smiled weakly, "Leave me alone, you can go by yourself......"

"It's the sword you blocked for me."

Night Hitomi smiled, her pale face was bloodless, and she involuntarily leaned against Fan.

Fan took the opportunity to pick her up, "I owe you, I'll take you away." ”

"Forget it...... Now I can only be a burden to you. ”

"Don't talk, it's only going to worsen your injuries."

"Then you don't hate me anymore? Don't drive me away anymore? The night pupil snuggled weakly into Fan's arms.

"I'm sorry."

After a long silence, Fan finally sighed, maybe he had always been wrong for the night pupil, this girl he had never been able to see through, in fact, had never hurt him.

"Let's go, it's enough to have your words." Night Hitomi smiled.

"I can take you away." Sanskrit is firm.

"Are you sure? Now the army of Shuma is gathered outside, and so much has happened during the time you have been unconscious. ”

"The number of people doesn't mean anything to me."

"Really?"

"There may have been before, but not now." In Fan's indifferent tone, there was an extremely firm self-confidence.

"Then remember your words...... I hope you won't regret it......" Night Hitomi finally sighed softly and buried herself completely in Fan's chest. (To be continued.) )